Have you ever encountered someone so insecure about themselves that they resort to insulting you just to feel better? Or worse, someone who constantly sees you as competition—even when you're not competing? If so, you’re not alone.
I’ve learned to be selective about who I allow into my life, and for good reason. My past—one that many consider “high-profile”—has made me a target for assumptions, rumors, and outright lies. It’s fascinating how some people believe they know everything about me, yet their knowledge is based on fabricated stories planted by individuals with malicious intent. What’s even more absurd is how many choose to believe these narratives without question.
The Danger of Assumptions
People assume they understand me, my life, and my choices. But the truth is, much of what you’ve heard or read about me is misleading, exaggerated, or outright false. The slanderous stories? They weren’t created for truth; they were designed for entertainment, for controversy, and for the satisfaction of those who thrive on drama.
Here’s what I’ve come to understand: it’s not my job to correct every lie told about me. I’m no longer in the business of defending myself against baseless accusations, especially when they stem from hate, jealousy, or ulterior motives. If someone wants to believe a false version of my story, that’s their choice. If a distorted narrative makes them feel better, so be it.
The Competition That Doesn’t Exist
It’s almost comical how some people see me as a threat when I’ve never positioned myself as their competition. My journey is mine alone, and I’m not here to prove myself to anyone. Yet, some individuals feel the need to challenge me—whether through direct confrontation or passive-aggressive tactics—because they are uncomfortable with their own inadequacies. Their insecurities force them to project negativity onto me, and frankly, I don’t have the time or energy to entertain it.
The Pippen Assumptions and The Real Story
Let’s address another popular misconception: the idea that I’m somehow trying to “ruin” Pippen’s career. That assumption is laughable at best. If anything, being associated with me elevated his status—not the other way around. The reality is, our child was not a planned situation on my part, and I have no interest in seeking fame through someone else’s name. If people knew my true preferences, they’d be shocked.
Here’s a revelation that might challenge the assumptions you hold: my romantic preferences lean towards Italian and French men. It’s not a rejection of black men, but rather a reflection of my experiences and upbringing. The strict discipline and cultural expectations I grew up with shaped my perspectives, and I’ve made choices that align with my personal happiness—not public approval.
Addressing the “Groupie” Label
If I were truly a “groupie,” wouldn’t I have pursued the most elite opportunities available to me? Let’s be real—if that was my goal, I would have accepted Michael Jordan’s offer to have his children. But I didn’t, because that’s not who I am.
People love to create narratives that fit their own biases. They rarely take the time to understand the truth because, quite frankly, the truth is never as entertaining as the lies.
Final Thoughts
At the end of the day, I refuse to justify hate on any level. You are welcome to believe whatever version of me that makes you comfortable. But if you’re open-minded enough to seek reality, I invite you to keep reading. You might just be surprised at what you find.
